All my friends know that I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, few knew that I also had a bunion. I thought it was a huge bunion. The surgeon said it was a moderate size bunion. But the combination of R.A. + the bunion were giving me 24/7 pain, and it has been slowly increasing over the past year or so. I've used a lot of medical services this year so pretty much met all my deductibles for my insurance.
When I was talking with my podiatrist he suggest I will definitely need surgery, he said maybe a few months, maybe a year, possibly 2. I asked "why not now?" and he said there was no reason. I mentioned the insurance situation and he suggested we get the next available spot to get it in before the end of the insurance year! So I had surgery Monday.
His plan was to fuse 1 or 2 of my joints, break a bone, re-set it differently, cut a v-notch into a bone, insert 2 or 3 screws, possibly a bit more and blah blah blah. I refused to let him 'fuse' the joints, largely because of coaching fencing and a general aversion to permanent body alterations.
Surgeon said I'd need pain pills for 2 days, should be walking with a 'boot' on day 3. But I would need the boot for 8 weeks, then maybe a surgical shoe for a couple more weeks.
7:30am Monday, on time, I get wheeled into surgery at the local out-patient surgery center. Had a great nap!!! Woke up feeling great. No pain. Apparently they gave me a pain blocker that should last a couple hours???
Post-Op/Pre-Pain Photo . . . they gave me a great hat!
While I was recovering the surgeon talked to the lovely Mrs_Bob. Apparently I was in the room, apparently I was awake, but I recall NOTHING from that visit. The "moderate" bunion turned out to be a very large bunion with lots of joint damage to multiple joints. He cut, ground, chipped and chiseled away at that thing. He also cut and broke some bones, not sure how many. And the local hardware store is now out of stock of their stainless steel screws since their nuts & bolts inventory currently resides in my left foot. If nothing else comes of this, my left leg muscles will grow because I'm carrying extra weight in my foot, not sure if I will set off airport security, but they did assure me it is non-magnetic.
I was promptly released, with a prescription for pain killers that were to be ready at the local pharmacy, conveniently on our way home. Pain blocker was working almost until we got to the pharmacy parking lot. And then it hit. Yikes! This was beyond uncomfortable. Lovely Mrs_Bob runs into to get the drugs ... texted out to me it will be 20 minutes! She stands there until they give them to her. 15 minutes later I'm chugging water & a pain pill. Supposed to be good for 6 hours.
90 minutes later I pop another pill.
120 minutes after that I pop another pill and call the surgeon for help . . . got his service, left a message. Every 2 hours, I am taking pills that are prescribed for every 6 hours and I am in varying states of pain to miserable pain. Some of the worst pain in my life and I've passed a jagged egde kidney stone the size of a jellybean. So this is pain. And no sleep. Up all night.
Early Tuesday morning I finally get the actual surgeon on the phone. We discuss. Turns out one of the opioid medications I take for arthritis, despite the fact that it is a very MILD opioid, pretty much desensitized me to the pain meds he gave me. So he changes the meds and prescribes me a new one.
Pharmacy calls me an hour, maybe 2, later and says because they filled a serious pain killer on Monday, they can't give me something on Tuesday that is double the strength, without actually speaking directly to the doctor. WTF? Meanwhile I'm still popping the original pain pills every 2 to 3 hours.
I call the surgeon about noon, he is in the 'other' office, but explain what is going on. They assure me they will get him to call. A couple hours later (2pm) I call back. They assure me he will call. I ask what time does the office close, strongly hinting I will be calling back if I don't get results ASAP. And still taking the original pain pills every 2-3 hours.
An hour later the pharmacy texts me my prescription is ready. My S-I-L drives to town, gets my meds and brings them to me. Pop one, within an hour my pain is reduced tremendously.
FAST FORWARD to this morning and I'm taking a pain pill about 1 every 5.5 to 6 hours. Reasonably comfortable. As long as I don't do anything stupid, I am essentially pain free. I did hit my foot, with a pillow, it felt like I kicked a brick wall. But other that, I'm in pretty good shape and healing. I will be in bed this week. So probably posting more pointless threads than normal. Hopefully on my feet soon (in a big surgical boot). Healing time is 2 to 3 months!?!
When I was talking with my podiatrist he suggest I will definitely need surgery, he said maybe a few months, maybe a year, possibly 2. I asked "why not now?" and he said there was no reason. I mentioned the insurance situation and he suggested we get the next available spot to get it in before the end of the insurance year! So I had surgery Monday.
His plan was to fuse 1 or 2 of my joints, break a bone, re-set it differently, cut a v-notch into a bone, insert 2 or 3 screws, possibly a bit more and blah blah blah. I refused to let him 'fuse' the joints, largely because of coaching fencing and a general aversion to permanent body alterations.
Surgeon said I'd need pain pills for 2 days, should be walking with a 'boot' on day 3. But I would need the boot for 8 weeks, then maybe a surgical shoe for a couple more weeks.
7:30am Monday, on time, I get wheeled into surgery at the local out-patient surgery center. Had a great nap!!! Woke up feeling great. No pain. Apparently they gave me a pain blocker that should last a couple hours???
Post-Op/Pre-Pain Photo . . . they gave me a great hat!
While I was recovering the surgeon talked to the lovely Mrs_Bob. Apparently I was in the room, apparently I was awake, but I recall NOTHING from that visit. The "moderate" bunion turned out to be a very large bunion with lots of joint damage to multiple joints. He cut, ground, chipped and chiseled away at that thing. He also cut and broke some bones, not sure how many. And the local hardware store is now out of stock of their stainless steel screws since their nuts & bolts inventory currently resides in my left foot. If nothing else comes of this, my left leg muscles will grow because I'm carrying extra weight in my foot, not sure if I will set off airport security, but they did assure me it is non-magnetic.
I was promptly released, with a prescription for pain killers that were to be ready at the local pharmacy, conveniently on our way home. Pain blocker was working almost until we got to the pharmacy parking lot. And then it hit. Yikes! This was beyond uncomfortable. Lovely Mrs_Bob runs into to get the drugs ... texted out to me it will be 20 minutes! She stands there until they give them to her. 15 minutes later I'm chugging water & a pain pill. Supposed to be good for 6 hours.
90 minutes later I pop another pill.
120 minutes after that I pop another pill and call the surgeon for help . . . got his service, left a message. Every 2 hours, I am taking pills that are prescribed for every 6 hours and I am in varying states of pain to miserable pain. Some of the worst pain in my life and I've passed a jagged egde kidney stone the size of a jellybean. So this is pain. And no sleep. Up all night.
Early Tuesday morning I finally get the actual surgeon on the phone. We discuss. Turns out one of the opioid medications I take for arthritis, despite the fact that it is a very MILD opioid, pretty much desensitized me to the pain meds he gave me. So he changes the meds and prescribes me a new one.
Pharmacy calls me an hour, maybe 2, later and says because they filled a serious pain killer on Monday, they can't give me something on Tuesday that is double the strength, without actually speaking directly to the doctor. WTF? Meanwhile I'm still popping the original pain pills every 2 to 3 hours.
I call the surgeon about noon, he is in the 'other' office, but explain what is going on. They assure me they will get him to call. A couple hours later (2pm) I call back. They assure me he will call. I ask what time does the office close, strongly hinting I will be calling back if I don't get results ASAP. And still taking the original pain pills every 2-3 hours.
An hour later the pharmacy texts me my prescription is ready. My S-I-L drives to town, gets my meds and brings them to me. Pop one, within an hour my pain is reduced tremendously.
FAST FORWARD to this morning and I'm taking a pain pill about 1 every 5.5 to 6 hours. Reasonably comfortable. As long as I don't do anything stupid, I am essentially pain free. I did hit my foot, with a pillow, it felt like I kicked a brick wall. But other that, I'm in pretty good shape and healing. I will be in bed this week. So probably posting more pointless threads than normal. Hopefully on my feet soon (in a big surgical boot). Healing time is 2 to 3 months!?!

